Zhao g**g was lying tightly on the bed. His face looked calm, but his eyebrows which were frowning indicated that he was suffering from the pain.
"Wenwen, your wound is still not healed, how can you run around? You are really mischievous."
Pushing the door open, Executive Zhou saw Li Wenwen holding Zhao g**g's hand tightly. She seemed to want to use her delicate body to bring him the power to fight the disease. He felt distressed in his heart.
As his subordinate, Li Qiuhai had worked with him together for more than 20 years. He was naturally not strange to his daughter. Seeing that she ran around after surgery, he could not help but reproach her.
"Uncle Zhou, does Zhao g**g really have a brain tumor?"
Li Wenwen did not answer his question. Instead, she turned her head and asked,
